The Public Enemy Page #2

Hello, Ma.

Tommy boy.

You won't leave me, will you, Tommy?

You're all l've got left now, Tommy boy.

What's the matter, Ma? What's up?

Mike's enlisted.

Enlisted? ln the Army?

-ln the Marines.

-But you won't go, Tommy.

Promise me you won't go.

You're just a baby.

Now, listen, Ma--

lf your pa was alive,

l wouldn't care so much.

Promise me, Tommy.

l won't go, Ma. When's he going?

As soon as he gets his call.

He's up packing now.

Go up and see him, Tommy.

We ought to be very proud of him.

-Hello, Mike.

-Hello, Tom.

l'm glad you came. l suppose you've heard.

Yeah. Kind of rushing it, ain't you?

Well, Tom, when your country needs you,

she needs you.

l suppose you think l ought to go, too.

No. Maybe it was selfish of me, Tom...

but somebody's got to stay here

and take care of Ma.

You earn more money than l do,

and they'd have called me first anyway.

-You always did get all the breaks.

-Don't take it like that, Tom.

You've got to be

the man of the family now.

And while we're on the subject, l wish

you'd try to stay home a little more.

-l gotta work, ain't l?

-Sure.

Listen, l was in a place today,

and l heard somebody say something.

-What of it?

-Well, they were saying....

lt seemed as though they were

pointing a finger at you and Matt.

Who was?

What rat would say anything about me--

Now take it easy.

You're always hearing things.

You'll get too much in your nose someday

and wonder how you got it.

For crying out loud,

l heard some guys talking about you...

saying you were in on some crooked work.

What am l supposed to do? Run?

You ain't asking me, you're telling me.

And l don't know a thing, see?

All l've got to say is that

you've got a good job now.

You don't need these rats

you're running with.

You want me to go to night school

and read poems.

l've been hearing a few things myself.

-There's nothing to hear about me.

-That's all you know.

You ain't so smart.

Books don't hide everything.

-You're a liar. You're covering up.

-Covering up for what? For you?

-You're nothing but a sneak thief.

-What did you say?

You heard me, a petty larceny sneak thief.

Robbing the streetcar company.

Don't you think that

booze ain't gonna be valuable.

l heard today that

alcohol's gone to $30 a gallon.

The real McCoy's hard to get.

All you gotta do

when you deliver a good shipment...

is size up the layout and let me know.

l can use some of it.

l know two or three others

that'll buy all that l can't handle.

lt means real dough, a three-way split.

l said we'd get together sometime,

didn't l?

Well, the time has come now.

Grab the rope.

One jerk to start, and two to stop.

Thanks, Hymie.

There.

-Are you satisfied?

-l'll say.

Pretty soft, wasn't it?

How do you like playing with Paddy?

-l wonder what to do with so much dough.

-You ain't started.

l'll make big shots out of you yet.

-Anything you say goes for me, Paddy.

-Me, too.

And here's to us.

31 .5 inches.

Don't forget, plenty of room in there.

Sir. Here's where you need the room.

Such a muscle.

Make it snappy

or you'll find out what it's for.

-Yeah, come on. Let's get out of here.

-Yes, sir.

22.5 inches.

Did you read about that big robbery

at the booze warehouse?

42.5 inches.

-Right under their very noses.

-Yeah, a guy was just telling me about it.

33.5 inches.

lf those men get away with that,

they'll be rich for life.

37.5 inches.

Did you read what it said

in the papers? 150,000.

150,000.

Dollars.

Why don't you two mugs

get an adding machine?

All through now, gentlemen. Thank you.

Don't forget what l told you.

Plenty of room there.

Yeah, and remember: six buttons.

Be careful, Matt, or you're going to

cut the nose right off of you.

-lf it ain't Mr. Tom and Mr. Matt.

-Hello, George. How's business?

-Big night.

-Good.

Hey, stoop, that's got gears!

lt ain't no Ford!

Okay, boss.

Mr. Powers, Mr. Doyle. Alone as usual?

l am, but Matt's all fixed up.

He's got me with him.

The night's young yet.

-You'll wind up with something.

-Yeah, with the morning paper.

-Couple of lightweights.

-Yeah, flat tires.

Why don't you send them

home to their mothers?

-They're no good to the joint anymore.

-And the ladies, too?

Don't be silly.

How about something with ice in it?

Well, we're with friends.

Yeah, l know it. l'm one of them.

Hello, baby.

-What are you going to have?

-Anything you say, big boy.

You're a swell dish.

l think l'm going to go for you.

-Look at what l got measured for.

-l don't even know you're here.

Come on.

Then it's a deal?

lf you can assure me

my name will be protected.

You'll be protected all over the place.

Hello, boys.

You can take off those clothes.

You got new jobs.

First, meet Mr. Leehman.

These are the two lads

l was telling you about.

Sit down, boys.

How do you like the brewery business?

-We don't know nothing about it.

-You will.

You're in it now.

Mr. Leehman and l got it all fixed.

Mr. Leehman owns that big brewery

over on Union Avenue.

-But that's been closed since--

-Yeah. lt's going to open up.

You spoke of a rather remarkable man

from the West Side.

Nails Nathan.

-Paddy, is Nails throwing in with us?

-He'll be here any minute.

l don't believe l'm acquainted

with the gentleman.

Then you're the only man in town

that ain't.

At least everybody's heard of him, boys.

Believe me, Mr. Leehman,

when Nails and his mob start on a job...

it's already done.

That Schemer Burns' crowd

tries to muscle in on us...

l pity them.

You understand that my desire is merely

to furnish a better grade of beer...

than the working man can now obtain...

-under the present, unfortunate--

-ln your hat.

And again in your hat, mister.

l've heard that north wind blow before.

lf you're in this, you're in for the coins,

same as the rest of us.

-Gentlemen, meet Nails Nathan.

-Born Samuel.

Tom Powers, glad to know you.

And you're Matt Doyle.

-How are you? Sit down, fellas.

-How'd you know?

Know all about you.

Paddy has been talking.

Meet Mr. Leehman, Nails.

Tickled pink. Don't take offense

at anything l say, Mr. Leehman.

lf we're in this racket together,

we got to keep the cheaters off, right?

My name is not to appear--

Don't worry.

We won't use it in our advertising.

Paddy, the mob's all ready

by the time you can open.

Got some swell routes laid out for you,

and the stock's all marked.

You mean,

you have the customers all signed up?

-Signed up?

-Yes, sir.

Signed up or sealed up.

Tom and Matt here

is the official signers and sealers.

-The trouble squad.

-And if they need any help...

Nails has got some pretty handy boys

with their gloves all oiled.

Dear me, l'm afraid this means--

lt means they buy our beer

or they don't buy any beer.

All right, Dutch, get going.

And don't take any back talk

from those speakies.

Tell them, ''Here's the beer you ordered.''

lf they doubt you, call Matt and Tom.

All right, Matt, Tom, get going.

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